Your day is like your favorite mug.
You fill it with the necessary stuff
to survive in this world.
let me be the seasoning.
Other days I get to fill it with your favorite brew
as well as mine,
vanilla and chai leaves and
and a dollop of raw honesty
I will gently blow on your day
when it's too hot,
cup my hands to share in the warmth
and fill it with spirits along the way.
Never will I leave your mug
on the countertop with coffee grounds
at the bottom for days.
Don't judge me by my propensity to blast Van Halen
or how I casually enter the bathroom
to brush my teeth while you're peeing
and not pick up on that unhappy look on your face.
Judge me instead by how I thread my fingers through the handle
of your day,
lift the rim of your world to my lips
and drink in your story.
Art credit: "Red Coffee Mug," oil painting on canvas, by Kit Hofer.